"Well, you see, don't you, old girl?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I see," she answered. She rose.
"I think," she said, "we had better be going home. Don't you?"
"Yes, I do," he assented. "I'm pretty tired myself. I've had a hard day's work. I'm thirsty, too," he added, as he got up. "Would you like to have a drink of water, too?"
She shook her head, and while he disappeared in the direction of the Cresslers' dining-room, she stood alone a moment in the darkened room looking out into the street. She felt that her cheeks were hot. Her hands, hanging at her sides, shut themselves into tight fists.
"What, you are all alone?" said Corthell's voice, behind her.
She turned about quickly.
"I must be going," he said. "I came to say good night." He held out his hand.
"Good night," she answered, as she gave him hers. Then all at once she added:
"Come to see me again—soon, will you? Come Wednesday night."